Night Driver
Compelled as I am forever to follow
The unchartered path of my questing soul,
Absurd must I find all these clipped tec directives,
Turn here, bear left, drive right past the goal.
Slow down, feel the moonlight, let the side roads mistaken
Give rise to a yearning for all you have missed,
Drink in the starlight, let the cool air awaken
Within you the thoughts of the girl you once kissed
And left again. Left again, right at the crossroads,
Slow at the station, then on up the hill,
behind you the traffic builds up in the city,
Before you the dawn creeps over the sill.
Copyright © Tansy Roekaerts | Year Posted 2021
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